Memories of the Forgotten (ManXMan)

Chapter 7

Dedicated to Ms. Paisley! I love her stories especially First Time.. also thanks for the tips in writing. if you guys plan to write or even just read, her book My Take on Writing is a very good guide. :)

On other note, I am terribly sorry for the late update. I had lot of problems but here it is. Next chap needs a few more tweaks and will be ready to publish so I may update another one later. ;)

Video of "Wasn't Expecting That", the song Mason was singing..--->

MASON POV

Telling my mother all the occurrence from the moment I was able to open my eyes, my interaction with Pierce that led to my gross-sobbing was tiring as hell. Not only was it tiring but recounting all that I had to go through took an emotional toll on me. All the while through my tale, my mother was in a state of shock and disbelief. What I couldn't understand though was the look of conflict at the end of my story, followed by a look of conviction.

She offered me a sad smile and as the caring mother that she is, she comforted me all throughout while whispering words of encouragement for me. I realized that I really need to talk to him, even just to clear some things up for the sake of my sanity. I'm not in such a hurry though seeing as my stay here will be prolonged with my physical therapy it seems. That news was kinda bitter-sweet for me. Bitter because who would want to have a problem with their ability to walk? Not me, that's for sure. And sweet because I view it as a blessing in disguise, to give me more time to spend with Pierce, to be able to interact with him even with the depressing thought of him not wanting me anymore.

God, I'm such a desperate guy. But alas, when it comes to him I just turn into this mushy, emotional shit. I decided to stop thinking about it for now, the right time will come for us to talk with each other, right now I'll focus on getting better. The faster I get better, the faster I'll be able to woo him back into my arms again. Sounds like a plan huh?

And now as I lay here at my hospital bed, my mind wander off to what my life had been this past week. Yes it's been a week since I woke up from my coma and a week since I last saw Pierce.

I just want everything to be okay, yet it seems like since I woke up, everything was just in shambles. Like the entire universe had a vendetta on me, okay so maybe I'm just over exaggerating a bit, but I just miss him so fuckin much. So can you really blame me?

I miss the way he would look deep into my eyes without saying anything, but he doesn't need to since I can see every emotion he held for me swimming in those expressive eyes of his. The way he would cuddle into me and seek for my warmth when we lay in bed in tangled limbs. The way he would whisper my name ever so sweetly every time I made love to every part of him. And especially the way his cheeks would turn into a light shade of pink everytime I sing for him, conveying every word while I stare at him and only him.

A certain memory flashed through my mind and I can't help the smile that put forth in my lips as I think about the time when we first met, the time I truly believed in the saying "love at first sight". Cliche much? Whatever but it's true.

It was one of those busy nights at the bar. The place I work for was a restobar to be precise, and my shift starts at 9 in the evening, just when most of the restaurant's patrons would make their merry way home after a relaxing dinner. It was time for the people, who wanted to grab a drink in a solemn and relaxed place, to make their appearance.

The atmosphere of the place would change into a comfy, homey type of bar, not like those place that is a wasteland for drunkards to cause troubles and I was happy to be able to perform in such place. It's not much money-wise but at least it's enough and I enjoyed working here.